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'Here  is  my  hea 
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HERE    IS    MY    HEART! 

"My  son,  give  me  thine  heart."' — Prov.  xxiii,  26. 

Here  is  my  heart !   my  God,  I  give  it  Thee  ! 
I  heard  Thee  call  and  say, 
"  Not  to  the  world,  my  child,  but  unto  me," 
I  heard,  and  will  obey. 
Here  is  love's  offering-  to  my  King, 
Which  in  glad  sacrifice  I  bring. 
Here  is  my  heart. 
Here  is  my  heart!  surely  the  gift,  though  poor, 

My  God  will  not  despise; 
Vainly  and  long  I  sought  to  make  it  pure, 
To  meet  Thy  searching  eyes: 
Corrupted  first  in  Adam's  fall, 
The  stains  of  sin  pollute  it  all. 
My  guilty  neart ! 
Here  is  my  heart!   my  heart  so  hard  before, 

Now  by  Thy  grace  made  meet; 
Yet,  bruised  and  wearied,  it  can  only  pour 
Its  anguish  at  Thy  feet; 
It  groans  beneath  the  weight  of  sin, 
It  sighs  salvation's  joy  to  win. 

My  mourning  heart! 
Here  is  my  heart!   in  Christ  its  longings  end, 

Near  to  His  cross  it  draws; 
It  says,   ''Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  friend! 
Thy  blood  my  ransom  was." 
And  in  the  Saviour  it  has  found 
What  blessedness  and  peace  abound. 
My  trusting  heart! 
Here  is  my  heart!   ah!  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Its  nature  to  renew, 
And  consecrate  it  wholly  as  Thy  home, 
A  temple  fair  and  true. 
Teach  it  to  love  and  serve  Thee  more, 
To  fear  Thee,  trust  Thee,  and  adore, 
My  cleansed  heart! 


HERE    IS    MY    HEART,   WEEP    NOT,   ETC. 

Here  is  my  heart !   it  trembles  to  draw  near 

The  groiry  of  Thy  throne; 
Give  it  the  shining   robe  Thy  servants  wear, 
Of*  righteousness  Thine  own: 
Its  pride  and  folly  chase  away, 
And  all  its  vanity,  I  pray. 

My  humbled  heart ! 

Here  is  my  heart!   teach  it,  O  Lord,  to  cling 

In  gladness  unto  Thee; 
And  in  the  day  of  sorrow  still  to  sing, 
"  Welcome,  my  God's  decree." 
Believing,  all  its  journey  through, 
That  Thou  art  wise,  and  just,  and  true. 
My  waiting  heart! 

Here  is  my  heart !  O  Friend  of  friends,  be  near 

To  make  each  tempter  fly; 
And  when  my  latest  foe  I  wait  with  fear, 
Give  me  the  victory  ! 
Gladly  on  Thy  Jo^  reposing, 
Let  me  say,  when  life  is  closing, 

"  Here  is  my  heart  t" 


WEEP    NOT. 

"Weine  Nicht!" 

The  Lord  hath  heard  the  voice  of  my  weeping." — Psalm  vi,  8. 

Weep  not — Jesus  lives  on  high, 

O  sad  and  wearied  one  ! 
If  thou  with  tli e  burden  sigh, 
Of  grief  thou  canst  not  shun. 
Trust  Him  still, 
Soon  there  will 
Roses  in  the  thicket  stand, 
Goshen  smile  in  Egypt's  land. 


HERE    IS    MY    HEART,  WEEP    NOT,  ETC. 

Weep  not — Jesus  thinks  of  thee 

When  all   beside  forget. 
And  on  thee  so  lovingly 
His  faithfulness  has  set, 

That  though  all 
Ruin'd  fall, 
Everything  on  earth  be  shaken, 
Thou  wilt  never  be  forsaken. 

Weep  not — Jesus  heareth  thee, 
Hears  thy  moanings  broken, 
Hears  when  thou  right  wearily 
All  thy  grief  hast  spoken. 
Raise  thy  cry, 
He  is  nigh, 
And  when  waves  roll  full  in  view, 
He  shall  fix  their  "  Hitherto.'' 

Weep  not — Jesus  loveth  thee, 

Though  all  around  may  scorn, 
And  though  poison'd  arrows  be 
Upon  thy  buckler  borne, 

With  His  love, 
Naught  can  move; 
All  may  fail — yet  only  wait, 
He  shall  make  the  crooked  straight. 

Weep  not — Jesus  cares  for  thee, 

Then  what  of  good  can  fail? 
Why  shouldst  thou  thus  gloomily 
At  thought  of  trouble  quail  ? 
He  will  bear 
All  thy  care ; 
And  if  He  the  burden  take, 
He  will  all  things  perfect  make. 

Weep  not — Jesus  comforts  thee. 

He  yet  shall  come  and  save, 
And  each  sorrow  thou  shalt  see 
Lie  buried  in  thy  grave. 

Sin  shall  die, 
Grief  shall  fly, 
Thou  hast  wept  thy  latest  tears 
When  the  Lord  of  life  appears  ! 


4  HERE    IS    MY    HEART,  WEEP    NOT,  ETC. 

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SINNER  RESOLVING  TO  GO  TO  CHRIST. 

"Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

"  I  Ml  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I  MI  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

"Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I  Ml  tell  him  I  'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

"  I  Ml  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch — 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

"Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
But  if  1  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

"  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 
I  am  resolv'd  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


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